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Not too shabby.

Four hundred years old, and
all the parts still work.

What can I say? You
bring out the best in me.

Is that the best,
or the beast?

It's good to
see you. Yeah.

So, um,

anyone...

special or new
in your life?

No. You?

Oh, same old same old.

It's hard to find
someone you, uh,

click with.

- You feel comfortable with.
- Someone attractive.

And decent.

Well, basically decent.

Yeah, who has a
sense of adventure.

But in life, or in bed?

Absolutely.

Somebody who
makes me laugh.

Likes to travel.

Uh, travel, travel.
What time is it?

11:30. Why? Oh, God!

What are you doing?

I'm getting dressed.
Dressed? What for?

Beats going naked
to the airport.

Airport? Yeah, you know--
where they keep the planes.

I've gotta catch
a red-eye to Cairo.

- Cairo? What for?
- Um, I gotta see a man about a camel.

Oh,
Amanda--

I didn't have time to tell you.
Besides, I just came by for a drink.

Gives a whole new weight
to the meaning "layover."

Oh, baby, don't pout.
I'll be back soon.

MacLeod, I told
you I have to go.

No, you don't.

Let's get this over with quickly,
okay? I've got a plane to catch.

Not anymore.

I'm about to make a slight
adjustment to your itinerary.

Hey, Kong, you really got that
walking-upright thing down, don't you?

The lad's a bit touchy
about his ancestry. MacLeod!

- Help!
- The more you struggle, the more it's gonna hurt.

Come on!

He is Duncan MacLeod,

the Highlander.

Born in 1592, in the
Highlands of Scotland,

and he is still alive.

He is immortal.

For 400 years,
he's been a warrior,

a lover,

a wanderer,

constantly facing other
Immortals in combat to the death.

The winner takes
his enemy's head...

and with it, his power.

I am a Watcher,

part of a secret society
of men and women...

who observe and record,
but never interfere.

We know the truth
about Immortals.

In the end, there
can be only one.

May it be Duncan
MacLeod, the Highlander.

Here we are

Born to be kings

We're the princes
of the universe

I am immortal

I have inside
me blood of kings

I have no rival

No man can be my equal

Take me to the
future of your world

Now, wait a minute.

You're tellin' me that
this chronicle is wrong,

that it was Marcus Audelius that
took the head of Titus Marconus,

and not Peter Gaicus?

74 B.C.

I had a tidy little sum
wagered on Marconus too.

Had my eyes on a little summer
place outside Herculaneum.

Yeah, but why would
his Watcher lie?

Oh, come on, Joe.
You know how it is.

You don't want to admit to your Watcher
buddies that your guy's been whacked...

by some sniveling little
weasel like Audelius.

You make up a story that he's been
aced by the greatest swordsman in Rome.

Nah, I don't know,
man. I don't know.

Hey, you ask, I tell you.

And, incidentally, it wasn't
outside the Forum, either.

It was, um, it was
in the vomitorium.

In the vomitorium?

The place you
went to vomit.

They actually did do that?

You eat a
17-course meal...

where the main garnish is
honey-coated ants and peacock brains--

We ate, we
drank, we vomited.

But it doesn't say anything in this
chronicle about him dying in a vomitorium.

Is that how you'd wanna
go down in history?

- We're having company.

Hey, Mac.

What's up?

Or, should we
say, who's up?

Liam O'Rourke.

Now, I'm willing to overlook your
working for their side, MacLeod.

Their side? I thought
it was our side.

You know what I mean.
The bloody English.

I thought we were all fighting
against the bloody Nazis.

The enemy of my
enemy is my friend.

London needed a good kick in
the arse. I don't believe this.

If the Nazis had taken England, they
would have left Ireland in peace.

Yes, and you would have been left in a
slave labor camp, if you'd been lucky.

Moot point, MacLeod. Now, we asked
you here to join us against England.

- The answer's no.
- And you a Scot.

Have you
forgotten Culloden?

Don't even. Don't what?

Bring up that the English butchered
over 2,000 Scots in a matter of minutes?

Oh, yes, I know,
because I was there.

How much killing will it take, how
many funerals, how many widows...

before you understand what you
are doing will accomplish nothing?

It will create nothing, and
it's not gonna solve anything.

Tara sometimes forgets
that we Immortals...

have a different
perspective on history.

Yes, well, I think it's time
to learn from our mistakes.

I believe it's time...

to order another round.

Sit down.

Sit down,
MacLeod. Come on.

Lovely, isn't she?

The face of an angel,

the heart of a lion.

You've turned her into a fanatic
who's gonna get herself killed.

And she only dies once.

Look at these
people, O'Rourke.

They're not monsters,
they're heroes.

They died by the tens of
thousands to stop Hitler.

Not that one.

That one spent the
war killing Irishmen.

British Commander
Allan Broderick.

Arrives every week
at the same time,

sits at the same table,

orders the same meal,

reports to the Office
of Irish Affairs.

Guess we'll have to
forego that round.

Why?

Got a train to catch.

TheFlying Scotsman,
as it happens.

But by all means, MacLeod,
let's continue this outside.

Have you lost all
conviction, then?

I've just lost my taste
for innocent blood.

We have to go. What's your
hurry? Are you late for something?

Actually, I'm
right on time.

My mother was in
there! They're English.

They're dying! Exactly.

You did this? You
killed all those people?

Their commander's hands were red with
Irish blood. What about your bloody hands?

With us or against
us, MacLeod.

Stop it!

Liam, stop it!
Liam, stop it!

- Hurry! The police
will be on us!

Go!

Go! No!

I won't go
without you! Go!

Not without you! No!

They were arrested,
convicted and given life.

So why pick on Amanda? I
mean, his beef is with you.

It's an eye
for an eye, Joe.

Tara spent the rest
of her days in jail.

O'Rourke could have escaped, but
he stayed there until she died.

How romantic.

But very impractical.

I've got to
get Amanda out.

It's my fight, not hers.

Where are you going?

Well, I'm kind of fond of
the little vixen myself.

Okay?

Yeah. Keep in touch.

Catch you later, man.

Okay, come on, come on.

Hello? Yeah, hi. Hi.

It's Joe Dawson.
Joe, it's 2:00 a.m.

I know it's late.
I'm sorry. What's up?

It's important, all right? I got
a name for you. It's O'Rourke.

Spell that.

It's
O'R-O-U-R-K-E.

Joe?

Dawson?

O'Rourke. Dawson!

I know you don't
wanna hear this,

but she may
already be dead.

If he wanted her dead, he would
have killed her outside the barge.

Please tell me that's
not written in blood.

It's Amanda's lipstick.

That's a nice touch.

I'm gonna phone Joe, see if
he's come up with anything.

He won't be
there. Why not?

It's from Joe's bar.

Oh, first Amanda, now Joe.

I see a very worrying pattern developing
here. No. This is where it stops.

Don't go, MacLeod.
I have no choice.

That is existentially
inaccurate-- All right!

I will come with you.

It's his rules.
The note says alone.

Rules? What rules?

You think O'Rourke is taking Amanda
and Dawson to play by some set of rules?

- He'll kill them.
- Yes, and he will kill you too.

Not if I can help
it! It's his game.

This is where this
conversation ends.

Don't go, MacLeod.
It's a trap, MacLeod.

MacLeod, your
pants are on fire.

Doesn't matter
what I say, does it?

Well, I've only been
alive for 5,000 years.

What would I
know about it?

I'm getting them out.

Are you playing
the hero here,

or are you
being the martyr?

Whatever it takes.

Whatever I have to do,
I'm keeping them alive.

People die, MacLeod.

Immortals...

die.

Yeah.

But not because of me.

Not anymore.

Good-bye.

I think you mean
good luck, don't you?

Of course...

that's what I meant.

Sleeping Beauty awakes.

How are you?

I'm just peachy.

My head...

is doing cartwheels.

Say hello to Tweedledee
and Tweedledum.

Amanda. Joe.

I trust you're
comfortable.

You know, now
that you ask, no.

I hate these drapes. And these
handcuffs? They're just really tacky.

You should drag yourself
into the '90s, Paddy.

This S-and-M stuff
just isn't P.C. anymore.

It's just her way
of breaking the ice.

And that's mine.

Brave Amanda.

And such a
pretty face too.

I wonder...

how MacLeod's
face will look...

as he watches you die.

You all right? Mmm. Great.

MacLeod?

MacLeod!

MacLeod?

No games, MacLeod.

One word, and
they're dead.

Duncan.

Is this any way to
treat an old friend?

We were never friends.

You let them go, or
you die right here.

I think not.

Brian! Tom!

Sorry, MacLeod. The damned
leprechaun caught me by surprise.

We're all right, man.

They have nothing
to do with this.

As much as Tara did.

You gave her that
bomb, O'Rourke.

Whatever hell she went
to, you sent her there.

Tom?

Shoot the woman
and take her head.

- Jesus!

No! You kill her,
he dies right here!

Then they're both dead before
my head hits the ground.

- Shoot the old man.
-Wait!

No way out, MacLeod.

You can have me.

- MacLeod!
- Keep out of it, Joe.

My life for Tara's.

I'll lay down my sword.

- You tell him to go to hell!
- Shut up, Joe! Please!

Come on, O'Rourke.

What do you think?

Blood for blood?

And in return?

Your sworn oath,

on the memory of Tara,

that when I'm dead
you let them go.

You have it.

I want to say good-bye.

Put down the sword.

You okay?

So, what's the plan?

For God's sake, MacLeod,
you can't do this.

No one else dies
because of me, Joe.

Tell her I love her.

It's all crap, MacLeod.

The whole damn thing.

I'll see you around.

-You bastard!

You lying
bastard! Kill him!

-Kill him!

- Get down, Joe.
- Damn you!

Die, you bastard!

Kill him!

Bastard!

Duncan... I love you.

I'm so tired of killing.

MacLeod.

MacLeod!

Over here, MacLeod.

Fitz? Is that you?

In the flesh, dear
boy, so to speak.

Good to see you again.

But Kalas killed
you. Y-You're dead.

Well, I might say I've seen
you looking better yourself.

Am I dead?

Well?

Try not to think
of yourself as dead.

More, um, metabolically
challenged.

You know, um, handicapped.

Come again? Like in golf.

Golf?

Yes! And you're the ball.

- I'm the ball?
- Yes, and you're rolling down the fairway.

Down the fairway.

- Now you're getting it.
- I'm not even close to getting it, Fitz.

- That's because you're not being the ball.
- What are you talking about?

You've definitely left the tee,
but you're not yet on the green!

What?

Look, try and
follow me on this.

A bunch of us were sitting
around the 19th hole this morning.

What? What? Where? Where?

And you-know-who came in.
Asked for me specially, he does.

Well, first I
was flattered.

Thought it was something
important, big, you know.

Something requiring
my special talents.

Right hand of God and
all that, you know.

You're telling me
you're an angel?

Well, why can't
I be an angel?

Is there a point to
all of this, Fitz?

Is there a point
to all of this?

- Yes, is there a point to all of
this? - Course there's a bloody poi--

Of course there's a point to all this,
and I'm looking right at it. It's you!

Me? What about me?

Well, forgive me for
saying so, MacLeod,

but it seemed to us up there that
you were about to give up your life.

It was either my
life or theirs.

Oh, come on, MacLeod.

I've seen you get out of many a tight
spot that seemed well nigh impossible.

What made this
one so different?

Been a tough few
years, has it?

Fighting.

Fighting. Always
bloody fighting.

Trying to save the world.

Yeah, and nothing
ever changes, does it?

Did you really think you'd
change the world all by yourself?

Fitz, forget
about the world.

What about Richie? What
about Tessa? What aboutyou?

If it wasn't for me,
you'd still be alive.

Come on, MacLeod.

Come on.

There's something
I want you to see.

Come on, MacLeod.

Look, for once in your
life, you mule-headed Scot,

would you please do
something I tell you?

Come on.

It'll be all
right, laddie.

Blood is gone.

Good trick, eh?

Works wonders with
red wine stains too.

Where are we?

Look for yourself.

Still in France?

Very good. Ten out of ten.

Recognize anything else?

You like that?

Nice couple. So what?
Oh, you're sweet.

Take a closer look.

Amanda?

Bingo!

That's not Amanda.
Amanda's back--

back th-there somewhere,

with O'Rourke.

Not this Amanda.

This Amanda never met you.

Doesn't even
know you exist.

Of course I exist.

Not in this world.

Here there never has been a
Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

Never has been,
never will be.

Why am I here?

You've been given
a gift, dear boy.

Trust in the gift.

I can't sense her.

You're not immortal
here, MacLeod.

Still, you kind
of get used to it.

At least she found
someone she loves. Yes.

Pity it's not her husband.

That'sher husband.

You're kidding.

No. Take a closer
look, if you like.

Don't worry.
They can't see us.

Thanks. Not unless
I want them to.

It gets more
interesting. Trust me.

What are those?

Bearer bonds.

Three million
dollars worth.

What's he doing with them?
Stealing them, of course.

Does Amanda
know about this?

Is the Pope a Catholic?

I don't believe
this, Fitz.

Where is he going? Home
to deliver the loot.

Her plan?

Yes.

Poor Allan, up front, used
to be such a decent chap.

Did all the right
things-- Rotary, Kiwanis.

Used to visit his
mother regular.

He even rescued a
cat from a tree once.

Positive choirboy.

So? What happened?

Amanda happened.

He fell for her
hook, line and sinker.

God help him,

the poor bastard.

Well, looks
like we're home.

Darling, I'm home!

Damn. He's early.

Don't--
Later!

Go.

Pretty tricky.

Darling?

You were right, honey!

So it worked.

Like magic.
You're amazing.

So, looks like the
same old Amanda to me.

Hmm. Not quite.

Wh--
What's that?

Poison.

She wants to
murder him? Yes.

And at $3 million worth, that's
30% more than her last husband.

No, no, no. I know Amanda.
She's a thief, not a murderer.

You knew Amanda
in your world.

This is Amanda here.

But how?

Well, the usual
way, you know.

Small steps.

Then one day she slipped,

and you weren't there
to catch her, MacLeod.

Duncan!

You are the
best man I know.

You make people better--
you know, people like me.

People who didn't give a damn about
anything in their whole lives...

until you came along with your big,
brown eyes and your Boy Scout rules.

I have to stop her.

Amanda!

Amanda!

Excuse me.

Doesn't quite
work like that.

I'm afraid Allan's
fate is already sealed.

No, no, no. How do
I get to her, Fitz?

To easy money. No.

Something wrong?

To my beautiful wife.

Come on! Tell me!

- You really are serious about this, aren't you?
- Yes!

Your turn.

Well, if I were you,
I'd use the front door.

I'll get it.

I'm sorry to bother you.

My car broke down, and I'd
like to borrow the phone.

Not a problem. Come in.

Thank you.

I don't know
what happened.

I took it to the
mechanic yesterday.

Well, no wonder. Here.

Busy.

Mechanics. Wait a few
minutes and try again.

Yeah.

I hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

What? Oh, no, no.

Where are my manners?
Can I offer you a drink?

Oh, thank you.

Duncan MacLeod's the
name. Good to meet you.

Allan, you didn't tell
me we were having...

company.

Surprised me too. Mr. MacLeod,
this is my wife, Amanda.

He's having car problems.

Duncan MacLeod.

Uh, I hear it's your
anniversary. Congratulations.

Thank you.

Champagne, Mr. MacLeod?

Wha--
Oh, my.

What the hell
are you doing?

- Spider.

Black widow,

if I'm not mistaken.

- Female kills the male.
- And then eats him.

Funny. I didn't
see anything.

No harm done.

I'll just fetch a broom.

I want you out, or
I'm calling the police.

Go ahead.

They can analyze
what's inside the glass.

How much?

It's not about money.

Darling, it's
always about money.

So you name your price, or you haul
your tight little ass out of here.

Yes.

Did you forget everything
Rebecca ever taught you?

Never heard of her.

Rebecca. Your teacher.

She believed in you.

Like I still
believe in you.

I don't understand. I
don't know what's happening.

I don't know who you are, and I
don't know how you know about Rebecca.

Will you help me?
Will you do me a favor?

Yeah. Anything.

Say hello to
Rebecca for me.

You're not gonna shoot me.

Why not? Intruder
breaks in, kills husband.

Faithful wife gets
the drop on him.

I really should thank you. It's
actually much neater than poisoning.

Come on, let's go! Move,
move, move! Come on!

Amanda! You've got a gun!

And you have a broom.

I win.

- No!

- Freeze!
-Drop it! Don't move!

-You're covered!
- Freeze!

- No, I don't--
-Right here. Come on!

Move! Let's go!
Get over here!

Now!

Watchers?

- Amanda!

Great Scot, MacLeod!
No pun intended.

Do get up. What happened?
Why'd you take me away?

Did they kill Amanda?

They killed
that Amanda, yes.

Did you know that
was gonna happen?

Look, don't blame me.
Blame the Watchers.

The Watchers? Yes.

Dawson. Dawson.
Where's Dawson?

He'll stop this.

Joe?

I know you?

We've met.

Whatever you say, mister.

Hey, maybe you got a little
money for an old buddy.

All right. You fill
the hat, you get a song.

Yeah,
uh--

Fitz.

Yeah, okay.

Your call.

How about...

"Stand By Me"?

How about somethin'
else? Okay?

You said it was my call.

It meant a great deal
to a good friend of mine.

Nobody stands by anybody.

He did.

It's been a long
time. I don't remember.

Just give it a try. Okay?

When the night

Has come

And the land is dark

And the moon

Is the only

Light we see

Look, I said it's been a long
time. I just don't really--

Hey, sounds great to me.

No, I won't

Be afraid

No, I won't

Be afraid

Just as long

As
you--

As
you--

Stand--
Stand by me.

It's all crap.

The whole damn thing.

But it couldn't have
happened. Not to him.

But it did.

The Watchers stopped
watching and started killing.

Joe would have
stopped them.

Well, he tried...
for a while.

Then he did what anyone else would do
when they were outgunned and outnumbered.

He gave up.

Joe Dawson
doesn't give up.

Joe Dawson!

Joe Dawson! Joe, stop!

Come on, Joe.

I need your help.

You got me confused with somebody
else. I can't help anybody.

You're a Watcher.

You're the reason I joined.
We've got to stop the killing.

When will you get it...

through your thick
Highland skull...

that you were much
more than his friend?

For 20 years, you
were his inspiration.

Damn it, there's nothing I can
do! There is if you want to!

Do I look like I want to?

Get behind me, kid.

What's going on? I'll
take care of this.

Who are they?

No!

Horton's alive?
And killing.

Immortals.

And anyone else
who gets in his way.

I believe your line is,
"You murdering bastard."

Something you'd
like to share?

Why?

Because, like you, Joseph,

he didn't know what the
Immortals really are.

They're perversions
of nature,

abominations in
the eyes of God.

Just what are you?

The only reason I spared your life,
Joseph, is because you're nothing.

You're no one.

It's a little late
to become a hero.

Buy yourself a drink.

Hey, how'd you get in
here? Horton send you?

You have to stop him, Joe.

Who the hell are you?

That doesn't matter.

You can't let this go on.

Get real, mister.
What the hell can I do?

That-- The Watcher
that Horton killed?

Terry Rafferty.
What about him?

He believed in you.

Yeah, and look
what it got him.

- You did what you could.
- I did squat!

Joe, just trust me.

You're not a Watcher.

You're not an Immortal.

Not that I would
trust either one!

But you know about me...

and Horton.

Everything.

What the hell's
your angle?

-What's in this for you?
-There's nothing in this for me.

Just let me help you.

Too little too
late, buddy.

Will you look at me?

I am nobody. I am nothing!

No, no, no, you're not
nothing, and you're not nobody.

After 'Nam, the Watchers, they gave
you back your life, didn't they?

Don't let
Horton take that.

You are a dangerous
bastard, aren't you?

You really wanna help me?

Yes.

Buy me a bottle.

The Watchers
are gone, pal.

So am I.

Joe, there was a young
Immortal named Richie Ryan.

What happened to
him? Go to hell!

I must say, you look a
mite peaked, dear boy.

Maybe a wee dram will fortify you
for the next leg of your journey.

No, I'm fine.

Well, you
could've fooled me.

You look like you've
just seen a ghost.

Just a friend of mine who's
trying his hardest to be dead.

Then that should
tell you something.

You're needed, MacLeod.

You do make a difference.

And if you
can't see that--

Well, if you can't see
that, then I'm out of a job.

Just what do I have
to do to convince you?

Tessa?

And here we are

We're the princes
of the universe

Here we belong
fighting for survival

We've come to be the
rulers of your world

I am immortal

I have inside me
blood of kings Yeah!

I have no rival

No man can be my equal

Take me to the
future of your world

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